January 21, 2016 § 1 Comment
The scrub is in the throes of mid-summer right now.
It’s dry and brown.
It’s a tangle of trunks and branches —
and grasses —
and twigs and leaves.
But the mistletoe in the trees …
… is in flower:
And one or two bushes are heavy with creamy blossom.
Shrike thrushes sing.
Black cockatoos swoop and shriek.
Summer slumbers on.